In Print

By Carrie
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These clips of my previously published work are the property of the magazines in which they were originally published, and are not available for reprint. Please click on the links for the complete article.

A look at some attempts to create a flying car, from 1937’s Waterman Aerobile right up to two amazing models due to be released later this year.

COLORADO’S SCARIEST ROADS (currently live; might not be viewable outside Colorado)
Four drives that will have nervous passengers clutching the dashboard and inadvertently trying to creep across in their seat to the other side of the car.

ROAD TO THE RACETRACK (currently live; might not be viewable outside Colorado)
Many articles about high-adrenaline activities start with a prim disclaimer that the writer would normally never do such a scary thing. It’s a nice way to set up a heartwarming tale of expanded horizons and empowerment. So I’m going to disappoint you by saying right now that trying scary things is my main purpose in life. If there’s any chance that an activity will result in motion sickness and/or death, I’ve probably done it, screaming “WOOHOO” the whole time, and then asked if I can go again.

Intergalactic tourism is booming. Depending on who you listen to, it seems that aliens, UFOs, mysterious lights and even subterranean ant people are all flocking to the San Luis Valley, one of America’s last great outposts of eccentricity. While other parts of the world proudly proclaim historic roles as the first this or the inventor of that, San Luis Valley residents quietly acknowledge their status as the place that, in 1967, brought us the concept of alien cattle mutilation.

The big stallion is showing his age. Although the black eyes still have a touch of wildness, he’s lost an ear and most of his tail, and the dapple-gray body wears more than a few scars. Not bad, for the only horse in Colorado to have spent several days up a cottonwood tree.

Far in the north of Colorado, the plains go on forever. The great blue dome of the sky tents down to the horizon in a vast circle around you, perhaps with a distant windmill nailing it there on the edge of vision – or perhaps nothing but the silhouette of a lone pronghorn antelope. This is the Pawnee National Grassland. Let’s be honest: this drive trip is not for everyone. But when the clockspring of your life is wound too tight and you feel the need for solitude, the endless sweep of buffalo grass against serene Colorado skies whispers a subtle call.

The billboard on the town’s southern border says it all. It doesn’t advertise a local attraction, hotel or restaurant. Illustrated with a cheerful shot of a mountain bike jammed upside down into a rock cleft – the location of its erstwhile rider left ominously to the imagination – the sign proclaims the services of Moab’s local hospital. Everyone knows Moab is for action junkies. Year round, this Utah town attracts the sort of people who believe multiple fractures are part of a balanced vacation.

The name of Colorado’s earliest scenic byway can be a little confusing to the first-time visitor. The northern end of the route is visibly dominated by Long’s Peak. But what about the other end, nestled among the casinos of Black Hawk? Where’s the other peak? The answer lies in history.

Often overlooked as simply the road to better-known Dinosaur National Monument, the 70 miles between Fruita and Rangely hide enough for a half-day’s itinerary. Canyon Pintado, the “painted canyon” of the Ute and Fremont cultures, is an outdoor museum on a grand scale – all the more intriguing because so few people stop to view its treasures.

The Tasmania began her life in April 1892, at the shipyard of Messrs Swan and Hunter in Newcastle-on-Tyne. A steel screw passenger steamer, 87 meters in length, she provided luxurious accommodation for 200 passengers on her regular route between Sydney and New Zealand’s east coast cities. With little to make her more interesting than any other steamer of the time, the Tasmania became part of New Zealand history on the night of July 29, 1897, when she ran aground near Gisborne and sank in 30 meters of water.

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